"Take your clothes off." Feng Jiuchuan ordered.

"Huh?" Ye Ziqi looked at him in shock, and his beautiful face almost didn't write 'Do you want to be such a beast'.

Feng Jiuchuan couldn't see her unhealthy thoughts with color, and coughed lightly, "What do you think." ”

Ye Ziqi looked at him innocently, "I didn't think about anything." ”

Being a beast by himself, and reprimanding himself with a serious attitude, is this the legendary false seriousness, commonly known as: well-dressed beasts.

The expression on her face, she almost didn't say this, who is Feng Jiuchuan, her eyes flashed, and he knew what she was thinking.

Feng Jiuchuan suddenly had an urge to roll his eyes, and he suppressed this impulse and explained: "Take it off, look at your injuries." ”

If she doesn't explain, I don't know what kind of abnormal thoughts will pop up in her head.

Ye Ziqi knew that he had misunderstood, and his face was so thick that he didn't know why he was shy, so he obediently took off his clothes, revealing his back, only to see that on the white back, a large bruise suddenly appeared, and there was a broken blood mark on it.

Feng Jiuchuan's deep dark eyes became particularly dark in an instant, "Does it hurt?" ”

"Does the prince want to hear the truth or a lie?" Ye Ziqi asked rhetorically.

"What do you say?"

By this time still with Pi him.

Ye Ziqi's voice became calm, calm and seemed to be a little cold, and she said word by word: "It's a lie to say that it doesn't hurt." ”

His fingers touched the skin slightly, and his fingertips immediately felt her body tremble slightly.

Ye Ziqi felt the breath in the air that was constantly becoming oppressive, and she knew that he was angry.

It turned out that this was the source of his anger.

Feng Jiuchuan hugged her, carefully avoided her injuries, gently placed her on the bed, and then walked out of the inner room and shouted at the outside of the house: "Mo Yan." ”

Mo Yan pushed the door and entered, "Lord Wang." ”

"Go get the best medicine for the wound and get another box of scar cream."

Mo Yan turned around and left, and understood in his heart why the prince was so angry, it turned out that he heard that Aunt Ye was injured. He was now a little worried about the shadow guards who were secretly guarding them, and these people were going to suffer.

Mo Yan's movements were fast, and he came back with his things in less than a quarter of an hour.

"Bear with it, it hurts a little." Feng Jiuchuan's voice was rare gentle.

"Hmm." Ye Ziqi responded with a smile, "Lord Wang, don't worry, the concubine is not afraid of pain." ”

"You don't need to call yourself a concubine before this king." Feng Jiuchuan said in a deep voice.

"Okay."

Ye Ziqi buried his face in the pillow.

Feng Jiuchuan picked up the ointment and began to treat the wound on her back, every time she touched her wound, her body couldn't help but tremble, although she didn't cry out for pain, the more so, the more distressing it became.

He tried to wipe it gently, but it still hurt her.

"It'll be right away."

Half a cup of tea took care of her wounds.

"Alright. It's time to come out. ”

She pulled her head out of her pillow.

I thought I would see a stubborn and unyielding face, but I never thought I would see a silent little face with tears.

"Hurt you?" Feng Jiuchuan was worried with a hint of self-blame.

Ye Ziqi shook his head, "No." It doesn't hurt. It's just that when I think about it, I only have such a little bit of injury, and how painful the cherry injury is. I was the one who caused her. ”

Tears slipped silently from the corners of her eyes, dripping on the back of his hand, and his heart burned his heart extremely uncomfortable.